my_own_advocate | Lucifer's Mansion, Sunday Night

Date Nights had a certain structure to them, born mainly of habit. But that didn't mean they needed to keep to it.

In fact, the second Lucifer had received Octavia's text, he'd mentally overhauled all of the night's plans and picked up a few munchies and sodas. Dug up some of his excess pillows, and littered them along the living room.

He had-- multiple stashes. After a moment's thought as to what type of... relaxation would be best for the night, Lucifer went digging around for a particular one. Waiting, as he was doing so, for Octavia.

[[ for octavia. TW for drug use ]]

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okteiviakom

"I know how candles work, darling."

She reached for the bag.

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my_own_advocate

"All right," Lucifer said easily. "Then light us up."

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okteiviakom

Octavia fished one of the cigarettes out of the bag.

Then, she reached for one of the candles. Might as well use the fire that was already there.

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my_own_advocate

"So is there a particular reason you wanted to do this?" Lucifer asked, as he sank into a seat. "Or shall we not talk about it at all?"

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okteiviakom

"Does everything need a reason?" Octavia rasped. It was not her best cop-out, but then it was really more of a distracted afterthought to her lighting the joint, anyway.

And then getting that first puff, without wasting too much time.

Exhaled, with an, "I felt like it."

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my_own_advocate

No, but knowing her, there likely was one.

Lucifer didn't say that, however. "No, it does not," he said instead, which wasn't a lie, and reached a hand out for the cigarette. "Especially since I always enjoy a good toke with you."

Edited Date: 20 Mar 2023 14:00 (UTC)

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okteiviakom

Octavia let him take it, before finding a good pillow next to him and slumping down onto it.

"And that makes you easy to text."

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my_own_advocate

"Happy to be textable," Lucifer said, grinning at her. He leaned into her a bit as he lifted the cigarette to his mouth and took a good, long drag.

And then a second one, because otherwise he wouldn't be getting high quite at the same rate she was.

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okteiviakom

"Don't get me wrong," Octavia rasped, "Duke's textable too."

Even for this.

Just maybe not today.

"But we already had plans."

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my_own_advocate

"I wasn't going to imply that he wasn't," Lucifer assured her, took one more drag for good luck, and offered it back to her.

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okteiviakom

"I didn't think you were." She took the cigarette, and gave a tiny shrug. "I just wanted it out there."

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my_own_advocate

"Fair enough," Lucifer said easily. "And you were early enough. I hadn't finished the shopping for dinner yet."

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okteiviakom

Another drag. Slow. Almost... appreciative.

"What were you going to make?"

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my_own_advocate

"I had a vegetarian lasagna recipe I wanted to try out," Lucifer admitted. "But I felt ordering pizza or the like would be more fitting for tonight."

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okteiviakom

"Smart," Octavia decided. "Gets you out of the kitchen for once."

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my_own_advocate

Lucifer laughed. "I'm not even barefoot," he teased.

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okteiviakom

Oh look, another saying she was still unaware of!

"What?"

Hence the squint.

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my_own_advocate

Lucifer sighed.

"'Women belong in the kitchen, barefoot and pregnant' was a noxious phrase used by irritating, immature misogynists, now co-opted by the internet generation for generally sarcastic purposes, often to make fun of those irritating, immature misogynists."